Poor Nine-tailed Celestial Fox. She really thought that the two wolf lords with Paragon bloodlines would help them.
To the two wolf lords, Mo Xiaolang represented mysticism and miracles. As for the matter of him becoming a demon, they didn't think much of it because they weren't afraid.
"He can devour flames to level up without the Samsara Tribulation. If he's really so heaven-defying, as long as this child grows up, he will definitely become a legend of our wolf race. Since he can defeat a Five-Element Samsara Tribulation Eminence warrior, he's extremely useful to us at least for now. Even if he goes to another planet, find him immediately."
Lord Vastsun Wolf began to give the order.
At that moment, the sound of metal rubbing against each other suddenly came from the endless black abyss. It was extremely ear-piercing.
The Vastsun Wolf Race and Eclipse Moon Wolf Race fell silent.
The endless darkness began to resound with such terrifying sounds. Vaguely, a gigantic golden object stood up in the darkness. It was faintly discernible. The golden metal was very ancient. It was covered with strange symbols from primordial times as it gently twisted.
The two wolf lords quietly watched the metal awaken in the darkness.
"My two old allies, what good news is it that made you wake me up together?"
Suddenly, the gigantic metal object emitted a cold, machine-like voice. The voice was especially ear-piercing. Apart from the two wolf lords, the other wolves howled and used golden and silver light to protect themselves.
Lord Vastsun Wolf said with a smile, "Of course it's good news. If it's true, we are confident that the Golden Wargod race will definitely win the first battle of the Starlord Battle for Supremacy."
"Oh."
The gigantic metal machine was very curious. He asked, "What kind of existence gives you such confidence?"
Lord Vastsun Wolf said with a smile, "Don't bother about that. Focus on preparing for the other battles. When you become the first Starlord of the Golden Wargod race, our demon race's influence in the Chaos Star Domain will be even greater. Our cooperation is a win-win situation. Let's work hard together."
The metal machine said with an emotionless mechanical voice, "The first battle of the Starlord Battle for Supremacy is a battle of geniuses. I believe the two of you have already found the genius expert of the Golden Wargod race. Is he a young demon with the three Paragon bloodlines of your wolf race?"
The two Wolf Lords exchanged glances. The Eclipse Wolf Lord said, "You'll know when we find him. Just focus on your cultivation. Leave the battle of geniuses to us."
The steel machine replied, "Alright, I'll have to thank my two old friends in advance. I'll be looking forward to it."
The Blazing Sun Lord Wolf said, "This time, no matter what kind of genius expert the Illusionary Immortal Clan produces, even if they invite the number one genius of the five great dragon cities of the human race, I will make them go back crying. This resplendent star belongs to the Golden Wargod Clan and the Monster Clan."
The steel machine said, "Of course, you can't underestimate the Nightmare Clan. After all, their allies are the tyrants of the Chaos Galaxy. The Primal Chaos Royalty and the Fated Kin never make a move. The Dragon Warriors of Planet Sky Dragon never interfere. The Primal Chaos Royalty is nearby. Their genius elites are also terrifying …"
The mechanical voice echoed in the dark space.
… …
There were hundreds of thousands of living creatures on this vast grassland. Most of them had migrated to this resplendent star after their homelands had been invaded. There were thousands of races fighting for supremacy in the Chaos Galaxy, but most of them were weak. For example, the Jade Grass Tribe, the Mountain Tree Tribe, and the Rock Tribe. Although the Rock Tribe was strong individually, there were too few of them. There were less than two hundred Rock Tribe members on the entire grassland.
Over the years, they had migrated to countless homes. In the end, they settled on this grassland that no one cared about. They did not fight, only lived in harmony and were happy. This was because no one cared about this grassland. In reality, there had not been any riots or casualties for a long time.
After living on this grassland for more than a month, Mo Xiaolang had completely integrated into this place. He had many friends, and this kind of life made him extremely relaxed and happy. He liked everyone here. They were so free and pure, and their souls seemed to have no impurities.
Mo Xiaolang could call out the names of many people. Green Grass, who was very curious about the outside world, followed him around every day. She asked Mo Xiaolang to tell her stories about the outside world. In reality, Mo Xiaolang did not know much.
He began to immerse himself in this kind of life. The Martial Demon Seed gradually disappeared from his body, and it could no longer be found. Even Mo Xiaolang himself had forgotten about it.
"Big Brother Xiao Lang, hurry up and tell me. Is your Big Brother Dragon Warrior stronger, or are you stronger?"
Green Grass and a few of his good brothers looked at Mo Xiaolang, waiting for Mo Xiaolang's answer.
They all yearned to be strong. They had heard from their elders that Mo Xiaolang might be very strong, so they asked similar questions every day.
Mo Xiaolang still answered them happily. He did not say who was stronger, because that would be meaningless. Instead, he changed it slightly and talked about the journey of the two brothers.
Green Grass remembered everything he said without missing a word. His expression was very serious.
After a while, they were fooling around. Mo Xiaolang was lying on his back on this boundless grassland. He was surrounded by happy laughter. However, he frowned slightly. He remembered the conversation he had with Green Grass a few days ago.
That day, Green Grass had a sad expression. He looked at the boundless grassland and said, "I like this place too much. I was born here. This is my home. I feel incomparably happy here."
They were indeed living a very easy life.
However, he was still sad and said, "It would be great if there were not so many desires in this world. Everyone could live together in peace, just like all the friends on this grassland."
Mo Xiaolang saw his sad expression and asked, "What happened?"
Green Grass swayed his slender neck and looked at Mo Xiaolang. He said, "Don't you know? The Starlord Battle of the Resplendent Star is about to begin. Maybe a year later, a Starlord with absolute authority will appear here. The free Resplendent Star will soon be dominated."
Mo Xiaolang really didn't know that such a thing would happen. He chose to come to the Resplendent Star instead of the Asura Star or the Rakshasa Star precisely because there was no Starlord here. If he knew in advance, he wouldn't have come here to join in the fun. After learning this news, his first thought was to leave this place immediately. However, he suddenly felt somewhat reluctant to leave this grassland.
Qingqingcao lowered her head and played with the grass on the ground. She sobbed and said, "My mother said that if the Bright Star Realm has a Star Lord, then everyone will have to live under his rule and listen to his orders. At that time, our grassland will also lose our freedom. Our Emerald Grass Tribe's talent is too low. If the Star Lord is not satisfied with us, it is very likely that he will expel all of us from the Bright Star Realm. He might even kill all of us because weak tribes are looked down upon and disdained by others. However, we were born weak …"
The young Green Grass was filled with confusion and couldn't help but shed tears. Mo Xiaolang didn't know how he should console him. It was as if his heart was blocked by a rock. Green Grass lowered his head and played with the grass on the ground.
He softly said, "I love this place. I haven't left this place until now. I'm afraid of going to other places, afraid of wandering. I heard from the elders that it wasn't easy for us to expand to tens of thousands of people. If we wander in the starry sky, we are too weak and no one will accept us. At that time, it is very likely that all of us will die in the starry sky. If there really is a Starlord, we can only pray that the Starlord won't despise us too much and will allow us to continue living on this grassland …"
He clenched his hands and silently prayed. But soon, he shed tears again. His shoulders trembled as he said, "But, this possibility is only one percent. Our Green Grass Tribe and all the other weak tribes won't be able to escape the fate of death."
He was still very young, but he was very sensitive to this situation. Yet, he was also so powerless. From this Green Grass, Mo Xiaolang felt the sorrow of the weak. They were born weak and were destined to never have the chance to become strong. Just like Long Chen before he was sixteen years old. He gave up on himself and never thought that he would rise up one day.
That period of time was undoubtedly the most difficult to endure.
However, the sadness of youth always passed very quickly. Green Grass immediately went to play with his comrades. Only Mo Xiaolang felt very uncomfortable. He always felt that he should do something for his new comrades on the grassland instead of immediately leaving after realizing that trouble was about to befall him.
A word suddenly came to Mo Xiaolang's mind: fate.
He stood up and soared into the sky, looking down at the land below. He saw countless weak tribes playing and having fun on this grassland, while the powerful ones fought endlessly for the sake of their desires.
This peaceful moment was like a poison that attracted his feet, making it impossible for him to leave the dazzling stars.
He safely returned to the grassland.
"Big Brother Xiao Lang, do you like it here?"
Soyeon was sitting on the shoulder of a Cliff Race individual. That Cliff Race individual looked like a large, round rock. He had a simple and honest personality, and he was also a child. After seeing Mo Xiaolang, he was a bit nervous and couldn't help but smile.
"I like it." Mo Xiaolang was infected by her smile.
"Then you can stay here forever with Green Grass, Little Yuan Yuan, and the others," Soyeon said happily.
"I'm not Little Yuan Yuan. My name is Mark," the Cliff Race individual argued.
"But I think Little Yuan Yuan is a bit cuter," Soyeon said, giggling.
The more this was the case, the more Mo Xiaolang felt that he was inseparable from this place. His rationality told him that the Master of Stars Battle might affect him, but he couldn't give in to his rationality. He felt that this place was filled with beauty, just like Soyeon's smile.
Thus, he had to protect this place.